SeaCat
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
Sole Imprints
On the deserted, unspoiled beach, I saw delicate
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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10 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
Sole Imprints
On the deserted, unspoiled beach, I saw delicate
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
178 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
327 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
327 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
327 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
327 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
327 reads
2 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
Dark Bequeather
A gift settles upon the ground,
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
#love
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2021
514 reads
5 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
Dark Bequeather
A gift settles upon the ground,
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
#love
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2021
514 reads
5 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
24th Apr 2021 10:13am
Dark Bequeather
A gift settles upon the ground,
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of...
#love
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2021
514 reads
5 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:58pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:58pm
"out of body" for a living
yeah. somewhere in between earth & realms unseen- lost in forever dream; epitome of "Pisces" sinking downstream- forever "me...." imagine a "fish" that never learned to swim in its "proper" element-yet expected to "ascend"-that's crazy....
out of water- learned to bearly breathe; tropical sunny beach weather is the element one's forever meant to be- sand between one's bare feet-theraputic sounds of sea breeze....
someone unordinary next to me; a soul- you'd swear...
out of water- learned to bearly breathe; tropical sunny beach weather is the element one's forever meant to be- sand between one's bare feet-theraputic sounds of sea breeze....
someone unordinary next to me; a soul- you'd swear...
#escape
#loneliness
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
101 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:58pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:58pm
"out of body" for a living
yeah. somewhere in between earth & realms unseen- lost in forever dream; epitome of "Pisces" sinking downstream- forever "me...." imagine a "fish" that never learned to swim in its "proper" element-yet expected to "ascend"-that's crazy....
out of water- learned to bearly breathe; tropical sunny beach weather is the element one's forever meant to be- sand between one's bare feet-theraputic sounds of sea breeze....
someone unordinary next to me; a soul- you'd swear...
out of water- learned to bearly breathe; tropical sunny beach weather is the element one's forever meant to be- sand between one's bare feet-theraputic sounds of sea breeze....
someone unordinary next to me; a soul- you'd swear...
#escape
#loneliness
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
101 reads
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